Æsch. He is a deserving fellow.
Syr. Upon my word, I will repay it; only lend it me.
Æsch. Do, father.
Mic. I’ll consider of it afterward.
Dem. He’ll do it, Syrus.
Syr. O most worthy man!
Æsch. O most kind-hearted father!
Mic. How is this? What has so suddenly changed your disposition, Demea? What caprice is this? What means this sudden liberality?[103]
Dem. I will tell you:—That I may convince you of this, Micio, that the fact that they consider you an easy and kind-hearted man, does not proceed from your real life, nor, indeed, from a regard for virtue and justice; but from your humoring, indulging, and pampering them. Now therefore, Æschinus, if my mode of life has been displeasing to you, because I do not quite humor you in every thing, just or unjust, I have done: squander, buy, do what you please. But if you would rather have one to reprove and correct those faults, the results of which, by reason of your youth, you can not see, which you pursue too ardently, and are thoughtless upon, and in due season to direct you; behold me ready to do it for you.
Æsch. Father, we leave it to you; you best know what ought to be done. But what is to be done about my brother?